a small family, all in black, and scarves.

July 29, 5:51

Sound diffused by the bag it was left in last night, the mobile 'phone makes some morning music, that irritating but useful alarm function. Find the gadget in the depths of the bag and silence it:

Shower, shave, light clothing for what will he a hot day, perhaps..

The cat runs through the flat, and out onto the balcony. with expressing the greatest of haste.

Leave the house, out into the Church Lane, all the electric lanterns a serving as street lighting are still lit.

Upon reaching the end of the street and turning into the church square, they all go out. It is just bright enough now. An automatic system

There is a broken beer battle on the pavement in front of the clothing shop. The shattered remains are held together just the paper label, and there is a wet stain all around it.

Dolores at the bus stop, looking dolour full again. Good Morning.

There are gulls on the wall between river and pathway, squabbling, fighting for space, screaming. Small ones, white, with a bit of black.

Teacher arrives, and then the bus approaches. A small group of people, four young women and a man, arrive at the same time.-They are just passing by on their way into the town. A cyclist completes the picture, and suddenly, there is a busy, acrowded, a stressfull type of stmospher, with everybody trying to use the narrow path. at once, all squeezing through between the bus and The bushes at the side of the road, trying to board the bus, trying to get past, traffic jam.

The pigtailed smoker is wearing blue shorts today, and he is strolling around the open space in front of the station, looking at billboards.

In the station cafe the young girl with the indian name on her tag, is serving, she is still nervous. There are only two customers, so it does not matter.

Go to the wrong platform by mistake, there is only a local slow train there.

Meet a group of fugitives, there;  a small family, all in black, and scarves.

They are looking for the train to Munich too.